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Ya lyublyu tebe, yak...

Artist: Tryzubyi Stas

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Kozna zinka zvychayno b chotila,
Shchoby yiy prysvyatyly virshi,
Shchob ne tilky my prahnuly tila,
A torkalysya takoz dushi.

I na zustrich my zinci idemo,
Ne pomitysh, yak ty vze y poet.
I dlya koznoyi ye v nas poema,
I dlya koznoyi ye v nas sonet.
I yak chochesh vid zinky kochannya,
Rymuy i shukay porivnyannya.

Ya lyublyu tebe yak
Synye nebo litak,
Abo, yak synye more, moryak.
Chy, yak viter vitryak,
Chy, yak hroshi bidnyak,
Chy, yak ty perlamutrovyi lak.

Bo ty v mene taka,
Yak pir’yinka lehka
I pachucha, yak hrono buzka.
Yak travynka tonka,
Yak trostynka hnuchka,
I taka ty u mene y syaka.

Bo kochaty bazayemo vsi my,
Bo yiy Bohu, Yich varto kochat',
I shchoranku shukayemo rymy,
Shchoby vnochi yich z chyms' porivnyat'.

I u rozpachi morshchymo loba,
Bo ne v koznoho Pushkina chyst.
Ta dlya zinky vazlyvisha sproba,
A vze potim – chy ye u niy zmist.
I nechay vona bula nevdala,
Holovne, shchob yiy bulo ne malo.

Ya lyublyu tebe yak
Ukrayinec' hopak,
I yak pole zelene buryak.
Yak horilku kozak,
Chy, yak m’yaso chyzak,
Chy, yak vishalku lyubyt' pidzak.

Bo ty v mene taka,
Yak hantelka tyazka,
Ty, yak bulochka z maslom m’yaka.
Ty, yak povna rika,
Yak tramplin dlya strybka,
I taka ty u mene y syaka.

Dvadcyat' rokiv yak my odruzylys',
Vze y ne virysh, shcho buv molodym.
Tilky v spohadach des' zalyshylys'
Porivnyannya i schylnist' do rym.

Vse vyruye i krutyt'sya kolom,
Ta lysh spokoyu choche dusha.
Zamist' tila – rybalka z futbolom,
A vse reshta davno vze – lapsha.
Ta kochannya rokiv ne boyit'sya,
Ya – tviy kozlyk, a ty – moya kycya.

Ya lyublyu tebe yak
Molotka lyubyt' cvyach,
Yak varenyka lyubyt' drushlyak.
Yak kastrulku banyak,
Yak robotu loshak
Yak trubu avtohennyi rizak.

Bo ty v mene taka,
Yak centner moloka,
Ty nadiyna i vohnetryvka.
A rozumna yaka,
Niby vpala z dubka,
I taka ty u mene y syaka.

Kozna zinka zvychayno b chotila,
Shchoby yiy prysvyatyly virsha,
Shchob ne tilky my prahnuly tila,
A kochala i nasha dusha.

Ce pytannya meni nebayduze,
A tomu, poky zinka zyva,
Moloda, abo navit' ne duze,
Podaruyu yiy nizni slova.




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